The royal palace, which had been quiet for several years, hadn't been this lively in a long time.

Liang Heng was drunk and somewhat incoherent.

He held Wang Fu's red hair tightly, rubbing his face against it, and kept saying, "I want to dye it too, hiccup~ I want to dye it green!"

Wang Fu was completely drunk and couldn't see that Liang Heng was using his fragrant hair, which he had just washed that afternoon, to wipe his mouth. He kept advising, "Green is unlucky. If you're a man, dye your hair all sorts of colors. That's cool!"

Liang Heng felt a double vision before his eyes, with countless red-haired old men flying around, muttering, "Hiccup~ How cool is that?"

"With Wang Fu around, Eunuch Wang is so cool!"

Wang Fu patted his chubby belly, gulped down three mouthfuls of liquor, and laughed like a 300-pound fool.

"Pfft, if it were really dyed green, Xiao Liang would probably cry for three days and three nights after he sobers up." Shen Jiao took a big bite of the thin-skinned, generously filled dumpling, her crescent-shaped eyes narrowing with satisfaction.

Ji Yan scoffed lightly, expressing the greatest sarcasm to her dumpling-making opponent: "Three days is not enough, at least three months."

Indeed, it's hard to bear for a peacock that can display its plumage anytime, anywhere, to have its feathers transformed overnight into those of a colorful rooster.

Shen Jiao couldn't help but chuckle.

Princess Ji was unusually docile tonight, and obediently ate every last dumpling the frizzy hamster had made for her, not even wasting a single drop of soup.

He stared at the copper coin in his palm and asked, "Why wrap scrap metal in dumplings? Will that make you less likely to get hungry?"

Shen Jiao: "???" So that's how it can be interpreted?

Ji Yan blinked his beautiful phoenix eyes, the corners of his eyes slightly upturned: "I'm full, can I eat this later?"

Shen Jiao suddenly fell silent.

It seems that the tyrant has never had a proper New Year celebration since he was a child. He didn't have the opportunity when he was young, and he didn't feel like it when he grew up. He also didn't know the meaning of putting copper coins in dumplings.

She should know all this perfectly well. She witnessed it all in her dream all those years. How could she laugh at him just now?

"You can't eat this, Your Majesty."

She dared not look directly into Ji Yan's sincere eyes as she asked the question, and could only look at the copper coin and say, "This is not an ordinary copper coin, it is good luck. It is said that if you eat a dumpling with a copper coin inside on New Year's Eve, the person will have all their wishes fulfilled and will have a smooth and peaceful year ahead."

The meanings are all fabricated, and they are always fabricated in a positive way. However, everyone is used to mixing their own ideas when making up these beautiful words, and Shen Jiao is no exception.

She exclaimed happily, "Your Majesty is amazing! Some people can't even get one, but you ate six at once! This shows that in the new year, Your Majesty will live well and have love in your heart, and your happiness will surely double!"

Ji Yan's expression froze for a moment, then after a brief moment of thought, her gaze turned somber, and she suddenly stood up and left.

Before Shen Jiao could even ask him where he was going or what he was doing, she thought to herself, "I didn't make any lewd jokes, did I? Why did he leave again?"

However, the man returned shortly afterward. He had gone outside and had a few snowflakes on his shoulder, which instantly turned into invisible mist the moment he entered the house.

With a hint of feigned tenderness on his handsome, pale face, Ji Yan dried the six cleaned copper coins and presented them to Shen Jiao: "Here you go."

Shen Jiao was slightly taken aback and said, "I know you have six lucky coins, keep them safe, keep them safe quickly, why are you giving them to me... Hey! What are you doing?"

The tyrant ignored her and stuffed all the copper coins into her bosom.

Shen Jiao counted them one by one, her eyes lowered. "Give them all to me?"

Ji Yan nodded: "It's all yours, good luck."

However, six lucky coins are still too few. The frizzy hamster should be given a full bowl of copper coins so that she can get more.

Princess Ji, who was secretly pleased with herself just a second ago, suddenly felt a little annoyed the next.

"No, no, you have to keep a few."

Shen Jiao didn't notice the princess's sullen mood, so she casually picked out one to deal with and planned to return the rest to him.

If she gave them all to Ji Yan, wouldn't all the lucky dumplings she deliberately scooped for Ji Yan have been wasted?

That won't do.

Ji Yan didn't take it, but pushed it back, saying seriously, "Keep it safe."

Shen Jiao: "..."

It's so similar, it's almost like the feeling of politely declining to give each other red envelopes when visiting relatives during Chinese New Year.

Under these circumstances, if she continued to refuse, things might get out of hand, so Shen Jiao had no choice but to back down.

"Okay, okay... I'll keep it for you for now, but let's make it clear first, good luck is still yours."

Ji Yan crossed her arms and snorted coldly.

It's basically saying that there's no need to store it temporarily; it's good luck given to you, so just accept it and enjoy it.

He tapped his arm lightly with his fingers twice: "Only copper coins bring good luck? Like gold and silver ingots, gold bars, and jade? Are those not available?"

Shen Jiao: "Huh?...What?"

Ji Yan said, "I am, after all, the ruler of a country. It's the New Year, and I'm only giving away six lucky charms. It's really embarrassing!"

After dinner, it was getting late, and Shen Jiao, adhering to the principle of staying up all night to welcome the New Year, insisted on not going to bed even though she was exhausted.

Seeing that the hamster was unusually persistent, Ji Yan paused for a moment, then pulled her out of the bedroom and towards a tall building.

The tall building is the tallest building in the palace. It is said that it was built by that swindler old charlatan who, in order to observe the celestial phenomena and predict the future, tricked the late emperor, that old fool, into building it.

In response, Shen Jiao can only say: This is a typical example of something completely useless and a waste of resources.

Because of her prejudice and resentment towards the old charlatan, she was not too keen on setting foot in this place.

Shen Jiao half-huddled around the pillar with one hand and pulled Ji Yan backward with the other.

"Your Majesty, the palace is so large, why don't we go and explore other places?"

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